Black Poetry : back in the day

Player, Player can you say to her, Up and down are you straight up with her
Limousine, Moet in between, got her, rap in fur.
From money she earn, while she learns, how to burn.
After all these years, I have no fears cause the game is the same. And I am wise in the disguise, of the expression of the face
I got 10 on the stroll and a big *** bankroll cause the game I do
with no disgrace.
The game is hard but I am still here. The game is hard but I am still here
Brothers try to step on my game while my lady’s make my name.
I tell them hoes while you on my stroll, making my gold.
Tell them Brothers where they stand; I got a man, who controls his Land,
and these curves he serves on this figure.
And if they don’t understand come get your man, and well
explain it to them brothers,
that I’m the one you’re starring for and there is no other
Hard press I am to understand, the square that walks the street,
living on Paychecks week to week.
My first tally was my white diamond caddy, with the black leather inside,
Tinted window with twenty’s on all four sides, young
and leaning to the side with this kinda ride
This game is hard but I am still here. This game is hard but I am still here
Raw and real I do feel for my ladies on the stroll, but longs as my trap is fat, and there flat back- I do have to be cold
To be a player you have to have layers of a thick skin, cause in order to play, a *** in anyway, you have to play to win
Keep her broke, no money head screw her mind, when she thinks she understands you change on time
Lonely is the way to play, your best is always put to the test, you must always stay on top; your mind must be on, for the name of the game is cop, lock, and block.
24-7 your game is on, cause you need to block. For a real player never rest. When she comes to you from hard days work and say daddy I need some meat, check her trap make sure that it’s fat and maybe give her a treat
Don’t get chilly, just give her some soap on the rope, and some Listerine
Now go wash your funky ***, and I’ll be here when you get clean.
Listen a player day is never done, His skull is always on the run he dress to impress the ladies that he sees Mothers hold your daughters or he’ll have them on their knees. Dreamers of this game wake up and smell the roses